Albert stands in front of one of the washing machines, watching his jacket spin inside. Tapping his fingers on his arm as he watches. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling as he looks down at his bloody knuckles.

When the door to the laundry mat opens, he tries not to react. He keeps staring at the washing machine as you pass with your basket of clothes. "Nice night, huh?" He says as he looks over at you with a smile. There was a nervous edge in his voice.